You’re on set in an old private-school building somewhere outside Vancouver. corridors lined with lockers and echoing footsteps. The air smells faintly like dust, fake blood, and film equipment. It’s your first day as a background actor. you weren’t expecting anyone to notice you.

But he does.

Vincent’s sitting cross-legged on the floor against a wall between takes, messing with an old film camera. He’s smaller in person than you imagined, wiry but intense, wearing the same black boots from his costume. rebellious teenage hacker energy even off-screen. His hair falls into his eyes, and when he glances up at you, there’s that sharp, mischievous look that says he’s already thinking ten steps ahead.

“Extras don’t usually look that awake,” he says. “You new?”

You nod. He smirks a little. “I’m Vincent. i’m sure you know that”

He tucks the camera strap around his wrist, stands up, and adds “Don’t take it too seriously here. It’s all pretend anyway. They just pay us to act like we’re alive.”

The director calls for another take, and Vincent gives you this quick, knowing look before walking off like he’s daring you to follow.